Spiderman Betty Brant Pt 01 Ch 03

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Chapter 3: The Nightclub

An hour had passed since the small confrontation with the Czech men from earlier. One drink had become two, two had become three, then four, and so on. Everyone started to relax, including Angourie. After sitting around the cocktail bar and easing into their surroundings, they went over to dance.

Although they were met by eager fans wanting a selfie with Tom, they were having fun. Angourie, next to Zendeya, had closed her eyes and smiled as she soaked in the techno music.

She felt her dress swinging around her knees as she moved. A small part of her - thanks to the alcohol - was hoping she caught a few glimpses off random guys. The occasional hand from nearby dancers slipped onto her leg, and someone softly slapped her butt, but she knew it was expected on a dancefloor. Zendeya also experienced it, but the two laughed it off and continued dancing with Tom and Jacob nearby.

They were having a great time.

Shortly after and feeling sweaty, the four went to a quieter part of the nightclub and took a seat at a modern glass table. It was completely opposite to the oak table from the hotel party, demonstrating the stark contrast between tradition and modernism taking shape in the twenty-first century Czech Republic.

The gang ordered another round of shots, followed by some more beers. Angourie was beyond tipsy, feeling the drunkenness beginning to take over. She had been drunk before, but this was different. Now it was finally legal. She realised she was laughing at everything being said. Especially everything witty Tom was saying.

Tom was looking hot.

'Okay, okay,' started Jacob, 'I have one. Fuck Marry and Kill.'

The four of them groaned, however they all knew the each secretly wanted to play. The vibe was right. Angourie was feeling a thrill - similar to the way she felt when Marisa moved her finger slowly inside her.

'Ok, I'll start,' piped Zendeya. 'Tom!'

Tom playfully looked startled. 'Yes, milady.'

'Alright. Uh... Maria Hill... Nick Fury ...'

The three all chuckled.

'... and ... Angourie!'

Angourie almost jumped.

Tom shuffled nervously, not unlike the way Peter Parker would in the actual film.

'Uh...' He sounded awkward, 'well, sorry Nick...but I'm going to have to kill your wonderful partner Maria Hill.'

The three sniggered, but Angourie felt a little embarrassed by the whole thing.

'And Nick...'

He paused.

'Well, Nick would make me a wonderful house husband, I'm sure.'

Zendeya looked excitedly at him. 'So, you'd fuck Angourie?' she asked with a mischievous smile.

Tom looked away, clearly unsure what to say. Angourie pretended not to take notice, although she felt Zendeya excitedly squeeze her fingers under the table.

'Uh yep, I guess that leaves you Angourie.'

Angourie managed to look up and make eye contact with Tom.

How would she play this?

A small part of her wanted to react differently, but she decided to diffuse the tension. 'Why thank you Tom, I guess romance is still alive!' she blurted out.

The others smirked, and Tom gave her a smile.

'And what about you, Ms perfect Zendeya?' remarked Tom. 'Kill Marry or Fuck.'

'Bring it on!' said Zendeya, clearly enjoying herself.

'Ok. One: Chris Hemsworth. Two: Uh, Barack Obama. And three...Angourie!'

Angourie nearly dropped her glass of beer.

'What?' she spluttered. 'You can't use me twice.'

'Hey,' piped up Jacob, 'there's no rule on that!'

Angourie stuck her tongue out at Jacob, while Zendeya was now the one shifting nervously in her seat.

'Come on...' Tom said, clearly enjoying the power. 'I've seen how close you've been with her all night.'

Zendeya held up her hands innocently. 'Hey, hey, don't worry I'll play along. Alright, here goes.'

She turned and faced Angourie, a smile on her face. Angourie chuckled nervously and returned the look. However, in Angourie's drunk state, she suddenly felt a strange twinge from the look Zendeya was giving her. A chill went up her spine, but she tried to shrug it off.

Was there something in that look?

'Sorry babe,' Zendeya finally said, 'Obama's got the money and Chris has got the cock. Sayonara.'

Everyone laughed. Can't argue with that logic, thought Angourie, as a wisp of disappointment drifted through her. But the disappointment subsided, and she eagerly took another shot.

'New game!' Angourie then shouted, almost surprising herself by the immediate suggestion.

'Hey, I didn't get a go...' mumbled Jacob.

The others chuckled, but Angourie continued. She felt an excitement course through her, and something inside compelled her to say what came next:

'Truth or Dare.'

The others laughed, but all agreed.

They each took turns, beginning by asking simple truth questions - the boring stuff, Angourie thought, as did everyone else. In-between rounds they continued their drinks, taking turns going up to the bar and getting the next shots.

After what felt like forever, the first real question was asked.

'Jacob mate, truth or dare?' Tom asked. In his drunk state his voice was becoming more British, his natural accent. Angourie smiled, wondering how Australian she was sounding right now.

'Truth.'

'Ok, truth.' He looked to the two girls and looked back. 'Who would you rather kiss, Angourie or Zendeya?'

Ok, thought Angourie, could've been worse. The girls watched and could tell Jacob was taking the question seriously.

'Zendeya,' he finally replied, after long consideration.

'Ok, why?' Tom followed up.

Jacob looked at Zendeya. 'Experience, I guess.

'Are you calling me a slut?' asked Zendeya, only half-joking.

'No. Well, not necessarily -' Tom and Angourie laughed - 'but I don't think Angourie's ever been with a guy before. She could be a bad kisser.'

Zendeya slapped Jacob, but Angourie didn't mind. It was true, she hadn't been with a guy, or kissed anyone.

Zendeya suddenly turned and faced Angourie, a wide smile on her face. 'Angourie, truth or dare?'

Angourie slightly flinched but answered quickly. 'Dare.'

'Our first dare!' Tom and Jacob said in unison.

'Good choice,' Zendeya said. 'Ok babe, I dare you to kiss Tom!'

Angourie gasped. She felt a ping of excitement erupt inside her, but quickly tried to hide it. She managed a weak glance at Tom, who was also looking shy. Jacob patted him on the back and chuckled something in his ear. Zendeya just watched Angourie in anticipation, waiting for an answer.

'Ok.' She smiled.

Zendeya grinned with delight.

'Ok then, go ahead lovers!'

Angourie and Tom made eye contact.

Who should make the first move?

Before she could answer her own question, Tom leaned forward over the table. Instinctively, Angourie moved forward too, and the teenagers embraced. They locked lips, and Angourie closed her eyes. She felt Tom's tongue dance through her mouth, and instantly felt aroused. The sound, the taste, the passion, it was turning her on. She shuffled her legs together under the table.

After what was felt far too short, they stopped, faces still inches apart. They each shared smiled with one another for a long time.

What's he thinking? thought Angourie.

Eventually, they both sat back in their seats, and heard the slow clapping from Zendeya.

'Well done you two!'

Angourie was no expert, but she thought she could sense a hint of jealousy in her voice.

Why would Zendeya be jealous?

'Zendeya,' Tom said straightforwardly, not letting any time to settle. 'Truth or dare?'

Zendeya seemed startled. 'Uh...dare.'

Tom didn't hesitate.

'I dare you to kiss Angourie.'

What!?

Jacob cheered and clapped. Tom just raised his eyebrow at Zendeya, as if to say: your move. Zendeya and Angourie just sat in silence.

Suddenly, Zendeya turned to Angourie. Under the table, she felt Zendeya place a comforting hand on Angourie's bare leg. Angourie looked up and met Zendeya's eyes. She felt a mix of nerves and...and a hidden, strange excitement.

'It's your choice, are you ok for this sweetheart?'

Zendeya was kind for asking, but Angourie suddenly felt like a naive teenager in a crowd of adults. Angourie was not a kid anymore. If she said no now, it'd just show the others that she was young and immature.

So, she nodded.

Zendeya smiled: the same mischievous smile from before, which she'd learned to secretly love.

Then, it happened.

Zendeya's dark lips connected with Angourie's, and it instantly felt incredible. Zendeya instantly took control, slowly swirling her smooth, wet tongue through Angourie's young mouth. She placed a hand on the back of Angourie's head and gently pulled her in closer, as she lathered Angourie's tongue with her own. Angourie felt a certain thrill that was different from kissing Tom - an electricity pulse through her.

Without warning, Angourie felt Zendeya's hand slowly move up Angourie's pale leg. As she did this, she began slowly sucking Angourie's tongue, back and forth. It was slippery and wet, and the sucking sounds made Angourie roll her eyes in the back of her head in pleasure.

Under the table, Zendeya's hand disappeared underneath Angourie's dress. Moving upwards, slowly and surely towards against her inner thigh. Finally, it rested right beside Angourie's panties.

I'm so wet, Angourie confessed to herself. I'll be so turned on if she puts her finger inside ... like Marisa did.

She slowly ended the passionate kiss, opening her eyes.

Zendeya opened hers too, and Angourie could tell she seemed slightly disappointed that it ended. But she still managed a smile and moved her hand back out from Angourie's dress.

There was a crowd of over ten Czech guys around the table, along with Tom and Jacob, awestruck and mouths wide opened.

Zendeya seemed to compose herself faster than Angourie did, who was still in her own little world.

'Enjoy the show everyone?' she asked, cockily. They all nodded in a daze, including Tom and Jacob.

Then, Jacob turned to the strangers and spoke up. 'All finished here, guys.'

Everyone left, leaving the four of them alone again at the table.

There was a silence. They were all feeling things. Angourie realised she was still so turned on, wanting more. She was sure the others felt the same way. She met Tom and Zendeya's eyes, and the three of them looked at each other with a fervent look.

It was Angourie who broke the silence.

'Truth or dare, Tom?'

'Dare.'

She calculated her question, not sure why she was about to ask what she was about to ask...but then went for it.

'I dare you... to lick Zendeya out.'